( closed. ) there is no crime in being kind.

[fightingale]

WHO: closed to Araceli, Ariadne, Beleth, The Iron Bull, Isabela, Legolas, Solas, Teren, Zevran, with possible sending crystal appearances by Leliana if necessary and a collection of nps.
WHAT: Antiva Mission; freeing slaves, dealing with a Merchant Prince, capturing an Orlesian noble and maybe recruiting some Antivan chefs.
WHEN: Roughly 1st - 5th May, with a gentle touch of timey wimey
WHERE: Antiva City, Antiva (and thereabouts)
NOTES: Plotting post & ic recruitment log (if you want to thread Leliana approaching your character to come along just lmk and I'll get to it asap.)
Themes of slavery, all the terrible things Venatori do that could be mentioned, the existence of Zevran and Isabela, and general carnage. (Please add any surprise warnings to subject lines, bruhs.)

Starters being added in the comments :]b

Comments

[arlathvhen]

[ Beleth had elected to tag along with Zevran, and sinks against the bushes, small and silent as they try to decide what should be done. She reaches behind her, fingers trailing along her bow as she considers their options. Zevran has noted before that Beleth doesn't have a taste for assassination, but--this was different. Guards guarding slaves. Different enough that she could do it. ]

I see two right now. I could get them, but I think the peacocks might cause a fuss. Although--We could use them. Make them cause a ruckus. That'd hide any sounds from the guards.

[ She considers the birds carefully. Maybe she could take one home with them, after this. ]

Too bad Twisted Fate isn't here. He could speak for us to his kindred souls.

[demonicbeauty]

Peacocks?

[Ariadne turns her head from one side to the other, making it look like she's trying to catch a glimpse. But her nose turns up just slightly, as she attempts to pick up a scent.

Definitely peacocks. As incongruous as it seems, she's immediately upset with herself for not picking up the scent sooner.]

I don't know if they're anything like the peacocks from my homeland, but if they are, they should run away from any source of heat...

[ombranera]

...Iron Bull. [ Suddenly inspired, Zevran smirks. ] In all your travels have you ever seen a stampede?

[ How would THAT be for a distraction? ]

[foxsays]

[Moving enough to stop her muscles from cramping or seizing up from the cold carrying up from the water, it's all Araceli can do to stop herself from making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a curse. As it is, she manages a quiet 'basta' for his benefit.]

Maybe if you all make enough noise some of our guards will pay attention but one is drunk and another is getting there, take them out first, give ourselves more space to move. Drunk men fall overboard after all.

[And she also has the benefit of a borrowed amulet from her kadan, enchanted to make it more difficult for hostiles to focus on her though she's never worn such a thing until today. Up she goes, looking for the drunkard until she's able to see the deck, her heart loud in her ears until she can reach out to grab for his ankle, a sharp tug that should send him splashing into the water below. Quick as she can, she swings herself out of sight again, pressed flat against the ship where no one can peer down or around to see her until the guards dismiss it.

It's what lazy shits get when they drink on the job.]